They woke

individually

From their nightmares

Remembering

An incident

Once occurred

In the cover

Of darkness

On a lonely

Street

Somewhere

In The Bronx.

Deep in the night

Once upon

A peaceful time

Were heard 41 shots

Echoing still to this day

In the crevasses

Of their minds.

Left in a pool

Of blood

Was a young

Man.

Acquitted

Were four young

Officers of the law

Doomed eternally.

Tormented

By 41 shots

Echoing in their minds

On a lonely street

Somewhere

In the Bronx.

A broken hearted

Mother

Still weeps

In the loneliness

Of her Nights.

As she Remembers

The son

She used to hold

Close to her Breast

So he may fall asleep

To the rhythm

Of her heart beat.

By: William Bonilla

O3/11/2012